Marinette Dupain-Cheng, a famous model, daughter of Sabine Cheng owner of Sabine Fashion industry. The princess of the said fashion industry and apparently the next heir. She has everything she wanted, everything she wants she gets. Everyone would love that right? But for her she thinks it's a curse.

Ever since she started modeling. She felt trapped. Trapped inside a prison of a mansion. She had no friends,not a single one. Even co-models aren't considered friends. Because her mother had a rule.

"Befriend No One," she said, if only Marinette can question why, are friends bad? Aren't friends the one who always stay by your side? Why can't she have one?

But she doesn't blame her mother, she understood why. Maybe it was the way to cope the lost of him?

The young model was shy, yes very shy. She speaks to no one. Not even the maids in the mansion, she only speaks to her mother and her teachers in her everyday classes. She never communicated truthfully can't express what she loves, communicates like a script she already memorized, she was like a puppet. A puppet that's always lonely. The strings are the emotions, tugging and tugging the doll to have control.

Sitting on her chaise at her balcony, she sighed. Looking over the beautiful city and the night sky. Stars were bright this night, no clouds can be seen, sounds from cars and people can be heard. Even though she had everything she wanted, she had one thing that she wished to own and it was freedom.

Grabbing her silk blanket she wrapped herself into a ball she sat on her chaise cross legged. After a long and packed day she deserves a break. She was always thankful she doesn't have night photo shoots unless needed. Sinking deeper into the ball she made she relaxed. The is until she heard a thump on top of her roof. Quickly standing up she prepared on her fighting stance. The blanket was discarded at the side. Then suddenly a chuckle was heard from the rooftop.

A clad of black landed on her balcony, then suddenly she recognizes him and it was no other than Chat Noir, the only hero Paris has. His iridescent eyes seemed to glow.

"Sorry, didn't mean to startle you, I'm on patrol, and well..." he let his words fade, hoping that she'd say something.

Chat waited for her response but nothing came out, perhaps he should lighten it up a bit.

"You're that model girl, the from Sabine. What was your name again? Oh yeah, Marinette Dupain-Cheng," the feline hero said. Marinette remained silent, her eyes glued to the floor. Chat's Cheshire grin only grew wider.

"Oh Princess the magazines are right... You are so shy." She flushed she wasn't that shy was she? She didn't read magazines of herself. Guess she better starts reading.

"Still no reply? Well I'm so sorry for intruding I guess I better go then... " Chat was about to jump over a building. Knowing he can't get a response from the said model.

"W-wait!" A voice cried out from behind, Chat smiled so she finally speaks. He turned around facing the raven-haired model.

"So that's what you sound like? I always wonder." Marinette flushed no one heard her before? Rumours must be spreading, maybe the tabloids thought she was deaf or something.

"W-what do y-you mean?" She asked hoping to get some answers. Chat blinked, so she doesn't read magazines about her, huh.

"Well, the press nor anyone heard you talk so..." He trailed off looking at her for a reaction. He paced on the railings, his arms at his head. He predicted she might get mad or probably throw her off the roof, besides most female models find it offensive from what he read anyway.

"I-I guess I better s-start talking?" Her awkward response came. He laughed,she was adorable.

"W-why a-are you laughing?" She asked.

"N-nothing, I find your reaction funny," he brushed off her response with a dramatic bow.

"I'm Chat Noir, princess your everyday handsome and awesome hero at your service," she giggled. He looked up so that's what she sounds like when she laughs. He smiled.

"It's your turn," he said.

"W-what do you mean?" she asked looking a bit confused.

"Introduce yourself silly." He stifled a laugh.

"You already know me." He deadpanned, his eyes were more half lidded.

"You know me too,so introduce yourself again. It's for fun, geez princess next time I'll teach you how to be funny." She rolled her eyes before gracefully curtseying.

"I-I'm Marinette D-Dupain-Cheng, your e-everyday model?" Her answer seemed unsure, but that brought him a smile. After that they both laughed and Chat had to admit her laughter was melodic.

"See Marinette? That wasn't so bad was it?" She nodded. He smiled so this was the real Marinette Dupain-Cheng, not the one in magazines and tabloid reports. He wanted to meet her, wanted to encourage her to show it like himself.

"It's already late princess, I better head off that was fun and I hope we'll meet again soon. Oh and by the way… Don't be afraid to express yourself show emotions, you can't always be perfect." With another dramatic bow he kissed her knuckles sending electric waves over Marinette's body. Was that even possible?

"Until next time!" He bids lifting himself to the nearest rooftop. Marinette watched him leave until his figure vanished.

She touched the hand where he kissed and sighs. "Don't be afraid to express yourself…"

/MLB/

When Chat reached the Agreste mansion he dropped his transformation. He knew she was familiar somewhere but he can' t put a finger where.

"Ugh,finally! I thought never ended!" Plagg complained Adrien rolled his eyes.

"Why did you visit her anyways?" Plagg asked catching Adrien's attention. "Isn't it creeper?"

He flinched at Plagg's not so subtle insult. But nevertheless smiled walking over the windows of his room he placed an arm over the window and rested his forehead, watching above the night skies.

"I want her to express herself, that's what someone told me…" he said. "Besides, she reminds me of a certain someone." Plagg rolled his eyes.

"What? You?" Adrien grinned, eyes shining bright. "Oh no you have that creepy smile on your face!"

"No Plagg, the actual reason I visited her is because I was curious. Despite my father and her mother being rivals and all. I want to get to know her! Not just by tabloids or magazines the real her!" Plagg rolled his eyes, ugh the kid was too good.

"Let's go to sleep, we can visit her tomorrow." Adrien beamed.

"Really?"

"Really." Plagg rolled his eyes, he was certainly regretting this.

/MLB/

Sabine sighed, she was tired of this charade. Her daughter was far more precious than any jewelry. She deserved the best. Grabbing her phone she dialed a number before waiting for the phone to ring.

"Gabriel"

("Sabine.) A monotone voice answered.

"I'm guessing your plan will work?"

("Why of course! Not only our company's will be more famous, it will be bigger and better even.")

"Fine, an arranged marriage is a perfect for our company's, Good thing you didn't chose that Bourgeois girl."

("She's a brat, besides I only chose best for my son.")

Sabine smirked. "Brilliant, we'll be seeing each other soon, for the announcement."

("Yes, of course…I always go for my word.") Then the line was cut.

Author's Note:

Edit: Nothing much has changed, besides the corrected grammar and a few changes in the dialogue.

This is an Au and you can see a strict Sabine. Tom still has yet to appear.